Weave

What I do know

About love is that

Love is the fabric

Of the Universe and

That each time that

You love someone else

You are picking up

Another thread with which

To weave your life

Rally

The strength that’s required

To brandish my sword

I cannot muster and

Leave to youth but

Rather I hone wit

Sharpen sarcasm and whittle

And pluck the mantle

Hairs from the shoulders

Of demigods theocrats and

Buffoons who wear such

Not because of triumphs

But because of confiscation

Crippling those bullies at

Their weaknesses their lack

Of intelligence and morality

Espresso

It’s a funny thing

Every single morning I

Start with some coffee

And every single day

I think wow this

Is the best coffee

Ever but is it

Or is it the

Best because it’s today’s

We spend so much

Time remembering and hoping

That we often forget

That one simple steaming

Aromatic creamy strong cup

Of morning warmth sitting

In front of us

Yes I mean you

My little own espresso

Fishing

I met one that

I could not keep

Took my bait snatched

My lure but what

I used wasn’t me

And now in boat

Staring at me gasping

Why’d you trick me

You’re the silly fish

Taking what is easy

Then blaming the fisherman

Pthtsz

There are some days

When no matter what

Or when or whom

You think about the

Sun doesn’t quite rise

And your morning is

Cast in a gauzy

Shroud of melancholy and

The fire in your

Heart simply goes pthtsz